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Lynyrd Skynyrd 1991 Released June 11, 1991 Label: Atlantic Records Lynyrd Skynyrd 1991 is the first album with the new members of the band that replaced the two that died in the plane 1977 crash (Ronnie Van Zant and Steve Gaines) and Allen Collins in 1990 from pneumonia. |
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Line up: Johnny Van Zant - vocals Gary Rossington - guitar Ed King - guitar Randall Hall - guitar Leon Wilkeson - bass Billy Powell - keyboard, piano Artimus Pyle - drums & percussion Kurt Custer - drums Dale Krantz Rossington - backing vocals Stephanie Bolton - backing vocals Susan Marshall - backing vocals |
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Smokestack Lightning E. King, J. Van Zant, Gary Rossington, T. Cerney I was sittin' at home all alone when I heard that telephone ring And there on the line was a friend of mine sayin' he wasn't doin' a thing So I'm steppin' out on the town tonight to party where the drinks are free There's a sweet young thing ready and waitin' on me Young and fine, strike you blind Smokestack lightnin' make you lose your mind She's got looks that kill can fire at will Smokestack lightnin' she's all I need When we got to the place I got me a taste I knew she'd be good for a game Dancin' out on the floor she was ready for more She knew all the boys by their names I said hey sweet thing let me pull your string Let me take you home I woke up in a hour with my money and my memory gone. Young and fine, strike you blind Smokestack lightnin' make you lose your mind She's got looks that kill can fire at will Smokestack lightnin' she's all I need Young and fine strike you blind smokestack lightnin' Young and fine, strike you blind Smokestack lightnin' make you lose your mind She's got looks that kill can fire at will Smokestack lightnin' she's all I need |
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Keeping the Faith G. Rossington, E. King, J. Van Zant, D. Tate Are you a saint then don't be a stranger Were you sent down from Heaven to show me the way And if you ain't then I see a danger You better take a minute and hear what I've got to say 'Cause I'll keep on tryin' to put it straight to you You better give it straight to me 'Cause most women seem to have a good time Makin' a fool out of me I'm keepin' my faith I've made up my mind I've got nothin' left to lose just lay it on the line I'm keepin' my faith yea I'll find the one Who won't steal me blind who won't turn and run I'm keepin' my faith I'm trustin' in you So don't treat me like those other ones do Ain't no gettin' 'round it tell me to my face Do you think I'm a fool for keepin' my faith in you I'll treat you right I'll do you better I won't disappoint you I won't make you cry My friends tell me if you let her She'll empty your pockets she'll spend you dry 'Cause I'll keep on tryin' to put it straight to you You better give it straight to me 'Cause most women seem to have a good time Makin' a fool out of me 'Cause I'll keep on tryin' to put it straight to you You better give it straight to me 'Cause most women seem to have a good time Makin' a fool out of me |
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Southern Women G.& D. Rossington, J. Van Zant, E. King I'm the kind of man that loves all the girls From debutantes to honky-tonk queens I've tasted every brand all around the world But all I see are peaches in my dreams I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm talkin' 'bout them southern women It's a well known fact across the Dixie line And if a man don't agree I can tell you he's blind They can drink with the best and the hell with the rest And if she takes you home you ain't gettin' no rest I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm talkin' 'bout them southern women I'm talkin' 'bout they'll love you so slow them southern women Them southern girls They look like angels on saturday night oh-lord they got a wild side Take you places that you've never been make a man come back again Talk about mama's southern belle little girl learned her lesson well Ain't no others can cast a spell like the sweet southern wome I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm talkin' 'bout them southern women I'm talkin' 'bout they'll love you so slow them southern women Them southern girls They look like angels on saturday night oh-lord they got a wild side Take you places that you've never been make a man come back again Talk about mama's southern belle little girl learned her lesson well Ain't no others can cast a spell like the sweet southern women They can make a man feel so proud they can capture him with a southern style Little girl learned her lesson well ain't no others can cast a spell Like the sweet southern women them southern girls |
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Pure & Simple J. Van Zant, E. King, R. Johnson, M. Lunn I used to live in a poor neighborhood My friends and me we always had a time Never had no money but we had it so good Those days are gone and I wanna go back So pure so simple Never thought about it when you're young you don't care You don't realize it 'till it's all behind Take it for granted just not well Oh-oh It was pure and simple I'll remember those days 'till the end Oh-oh God knows it's simple If I could live my life all over again I'd keep it pure and simple Those days are gone and I wanna go back Got me a feelin' I'm not alone Wish I had a road so I could go back home Oh-oh It was pure and simple I'll remember those days 'till the end Oh-oh God knows it's simple If I could live my life all over again I'd keep it pure and simple Oh-oh It was pure and simple I'll remember those days 'till the end Oh-oh God knows it's simple If I could live my life all over again I'd keep it pure and simple |
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I've Seen Enough G. Rossington, J. Van Zant, K. Custer, R. Johnson, M. Lunn You got to lock your doors, keep the world out We're closin' ourselves in If you watch the news it'll scare you to death To Hell and back again The only justice here's at the wrong end of a gun Got the criminal makin' the laws got the good men on the run I've seen enough We don't own anything we've got we've givin' it all away But that don't make no sense to me you know who's gonna pay It's the man in the factory workin' twelve hours a day The woman workin' in the restaurant with another kid on the way Isn't anything in this life sacred anymore We can't lose what we've got it's worth fightin' for I've seen enough, I've seen enough to make a grown man cry A man's standin' by the road a sign in his hand He don't want your charity he says I ain't no begger man All I need is a chance to get back on my feet But we just pass him by well it could be you or me I've seen enough I ain't the kind to just sit back and watch the world go 'round It's not too late to change let's turn this shit around Isn't anything in this life sacred anymore We can't lose what we've got it's worth fightin' for I've seen enough, I've seen enough to make a grown man cry |
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Backstreet Crawler R. Hall, E. King, G. Rossington I snuck around the corner he had his guard down I threw the first punch that's when he hit the ground To survive in the street you gotta win the first round 'Cause if you want eat you gotta be the baddest one around I'm a backstreet crawler Daddy paid for college I earned a degree Got a job up on Wall Street Where I learned to make the little man bleed That's when I got stomped like a cattle stampede Had a nervous breakdown all my friends and family left me Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler When you see them on the concrete it's their spirit that's harder Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler Where your ego meets defeat and your pride can't get no smaller Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler When you see them on the concrete it's their spirit that's harder Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler Where your ego meets defeat and your pride can't get no smaller Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler I guess you might say it sure is a shame I used to have everything oh how my life has changed Yeah I'm broken and torn I've never been free Lost everything that meant a thing to me Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler When you see them on the concrete it's their spirit that's harder Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler Where your ego meets defeat and your pride can't get no smaller Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler Yeah I'm a backstreet crawler |
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Good Thing Van Zant, Donnie; Van Zant, Johnny; Rossington, Gary My baby came home late last night I said girl I gotta talk to you I've been drinkin' with the man next door He said he's been singin' with you Whoever's tellin' lies it's time to say bye-bye You know my mama didn't raise no fool You're gonna walk out that door you'll never see me anymore Tell you what I'm gonna do I'm gonna love ya' just one more time I'd love to see what you've got I don't care if it takes all night Gonna make you remember for the rest of your life oh baby We had a good thing a good thing goin' But ain't been seein' eye to eye You had a good thing but it's all over Might as well wave and say goodbye It's easy to see the guilt in your eyes Girl I want you to tell me the truth Was he worth the risk and all the trouble he's caused Now it comes down to me and you You thought I was blind when you were gone all the time Playin' me for a fool You're gonna walk out that door you'll never see me anymore Tell you what I'm gonna do I'm gonna love ya' just one more time I'd love to see what you've got I don't care if it takes all night Gonna make you remember for the rest of your life oh baby We had a good thing a good thing goin' But ain't been seein' eye to eye You had a good thing but it's all over Might as well wave and say goodbye We had a good thing goin' baby but it's all over Good thing, good thing goin' ... |
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Money Man E. King, J. Van Zant This song goes out to all the money men He drives around in a fancy car Smokes those long cuban cigars He don't know how to play guitar He can't sing but still the pretty girls think he's a star We play music got families to feed Ain't good with numbers and he knows we can't read If we get a dollar you know he gets three It ain't hard to figure out it's as simple as can be Don't ask me ask the money man These boys are livin' in a fantasy land I just keep 'em on the road so they can pay the money man I'll be long gone before they understand My promises are strong like a road made out of sand I wanna be your money man My mortgage is picked up by the band I wanna be your money man The boys, oh they're sleepin' out in the van Don't ask me ask the money man You boys are livin' in fantasy land You signed the dotted line I'm takin' all I can Your money's lookin' good in my retirement plan That's just the way it is when your playin' in a band That's my money man down on his knees He ain't prayin' but he damn sure ought to be He's at a place where money doesn't grow on trees And all his prison buddies doin' more than shoot the breeze How does it feel no money man Not too good What did you do with my money man Well I a... Well a you know a... How does it feel to be a honey man Are you sure that your still a man Aw your dressed up like a little girl Just shootin' the breeze down on your knees Money man, oh money man |
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It's a Killer G. Rossington, J.& D. Van zant, E. King There's a rumour goin' 'round on the backside of town Jake is out to get some revenge Has fire in his eyes since his brother died Shot down by a so-called friend For a fifty dollar gram is what the neighbors say Drugs had control of his life Caught up on crack you're tryin' to think back The devil had him hooked you could see it in his eyes It's a killer There's a cold house at the corner of the street The kids come and go there at night Jerry drove up in front of the house Somebody pulled out a knife Jerry freaked out and went for his gun Shot him right between the eyes All he ever wanted was a twenty dollar high But now he's locked up for the rest of his life It's a killer there's no way out baby once your in It's a killer steal from your family Then you'll turn on your friends It's a killer it can happen to you So don't you never, never give in It's a killer The neighborhood I used to call home These days it's lookin' like a war zone Unemployment on the rise but the black market thrives Money just keeps changin' hands The laws are gettin' tough sometimes it's not enough To satisfy supply and demand Trouble breaks out there's fightin' in the streets Bullets flyin' all around An innocent child caught in the line of fire All because there weren't enough drugs to go around It's a killer there's no way out baby once your in It's a killer steal from your family Then you'll turn on your friends It's a killer it can happen to you It's a killer there's no way out baby once your in It's a killer steal from your family Then you'll turn on your friends It's a killer it can happen to you |
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Mama (Afraid to Say Goodbye) E. King, J.& D. Van Zant, Gary Rossington She'd wake us up early every mornin' She'd help us say our prayers every night She was always there to help us through the hard times We could count on her to make everything alright I remember swingin' on the front porch Papa said there's somethin' I need to say tonight Mama's been sick for a long time Let's pray to God she can make it through the night Mama don't wanna say goodbye She said wipe those tears from your eyes Mama I don't wanna say goodbye It was written in the Heavens and the skies above Son I gave you birth showed you all my love I can't think of this life without you it's hard to try Mama I'm afraid to say goodbye Now kids I've been hangin' on a long time I hate to leave this world before your grown Remember everything that I've taught you Remember all the good times when I'm gone Mama don't wanna say goodbye She said wipe those tears from your eyes Mama I don't wanna say goodbye It was written in the Heavens and the skies above Son I gave you birth showed you all my love I can't think of this life without you it's hard to try Mama I'm afraid to say goodbye She whispered in my ear before she passed away Son it's time to be a man ain't nothin' left to say Jesus walked on water I know it's true When it comes time he'll call you home I hope your ready too Mama don't wanna say goodbye She said wipe those tears from your eyes Mama I don't wanna say goodbye It was written in the Heavens and the skies above Son I gave you birth showed you all my love I can't think of this life without you it's hard to try Mama I'm afraid to say goodbye |
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End of the Road T. Cerney; E. King; G. Rossington; J. Van Zant It was a late night show in Georgia We were on the 'ol highway We know we've lost some friends And family on the way But you know we all feel better And it makes it worth our time To know our bus is rollin' towards That Mason-Dixon line Oh we can't seem to find the end of the road Roots never grow on the seeds that we sow We've still got our music and so many miles to go You know we can't seem to find the end of the road We know we've got a legacy that's hard to live up to But there's still a lot of reasons Why we play these songs for you It's a family tradition and as long as we're around That Freebird keeps on flyin' and it never will come down Oh we can't seem to find the end of the road Roots never grow on the seeds that we sow We've still got our music and so many miles to go You know we can't seem to find the end of the road Oh we can't seem to find the end of the road Roots never grow on the seeds that we sow We can't seem to find the end of the road No matter how far we travel it always seems to slow We still got our music and so many miles to go You know we can't seem to find Lord the end of the road The end of the road |
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